Hu-m-m-m. Your words and observations, as always, are keenly and cleanly brought to rest on some ancient, trembling nerve. Perhaps tall things are not built for contemplation with the apparent surroundings, but as a haughty snubbing of a disappointing history. Simply a platform for strutting into a designed future from an unfulfilling past. Gads, at 2 PM one should not be alone with a keyboard.